THE SPIRAL’S AT HAND
My sisters, we’re burning — but not in that fire!
The spiral’s at hand where we love, rule, and flower
Our world into life. It’s our time to inspire,
My sisters! We’re burning! But not in that fire —
Our witchy souls fly home to truth and desire —
We’re turning at last — in our own sacred power —
My sisters. We’re burning. But not in that fire!
The spiral’s at hand, where we love, rule, and flower.
FLAME OF JOURNEYING DARK
It has come
down again
It has entered
my skin
In the cold
roar of night
Where each feather
meets a finger
And the dark
bears me away
Flapping slowly
over landscapes
That the snow
has turned
to day
Annie Finch is the author of six books of poetry including Eve, Calendars, and Spells: New and Selected Poems. Her books about poetry include The Body of Poetry and A Poet’s Craft: A Comprehensive Guide to Making and Sharing Your Poetry. She lives in Washington, DC. More information at anniefinch.com